‍ ♱ ‍ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝑾𝑰͟𝑻͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑵 .ᐟ

i suffer to create, that is my curse.

we say, sacrifice. we mean, murder. our lips are red for a reason.

that's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 in 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠 and 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, come to put out the candles.

Blinking down at the rock. A befuddled look forming as he moves to pick it up. " You're getting pissed off over a pebble, boss? Do you need me to throw it out of the way or somethin' ? "

i don't care if it hurts， i wanna have control. i want a perfect body. i want a perfect soul.

Right. And what rock are we talking about exactly? There's a lot of them— Y'know. . . On the planet.

This . . . Hold on a minute, boss, you've immediately lost me.

i suffer to create, that is my curse.

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THIS. IS. A. VAMPIRE.